Bathroom: Tanek and John
John deflated and his tone was a flat reflection. "Oh. No thanks." Party drugs. He should have known. They didn't offer anything John was looking for. He didn't want to get blitzed out of his mind, he wanted focus. Acuity. Whatever that could make his magic better. Cocaine did that for him.
John studied Tanek one more time, about to ask if he knew anyone who sold it, but stopped himself. Someone like Tanek wouldn't give up that information for free, John thought. If they did, they wouldn't be the "guy with the treats" at parties anymore. More importantly than whatever Tanek thought of himself was the fact that John didn't want it getting out that he was doing blow.
"All yours." John motioned to the toilet. "Excuse me."